My new "hobby" is visiting random buildings, exploring their interiors as well as the outdoor courtyards. These places, where people live, can sometimes surprise you with unique features that you don't typically see in other buildings. Over the years, a community or acceptance of certain things seems to develop. When you walk indoors, you encounter random objects, and it feels as though unwritten rules have been applied over time, with some people bending them. New tenants usually just accept things as they are.
It’s fascinating to observe all these corners—the way the doors squeak, and things like the molded walls that no one who lives there probably notices, but I, as a passerby, see the texture and feel compelled to take a picture. Is this art? Maybe yes, maybe not... I believe that art is literally everything around us, and the fact that even the smallest life forms, like mold, can inspire me only confirms that theory.
Here is the molded wall :
Here is picture of the sky and mold on the top in the circle pretending to be a moon.
